The warmly decorated dining room was brightly lit, while outside, separated by curtains, the night stretched endlessly.
On the windowsill, a three-color cat sat there, its tail wrapped around its paws, back to the dark night, facing the dining room, and its vertical pupils staring in the direction of the dining table.
Xu Zhenzhen sat by the table, even though the room was bright as day, she was still enveloped in a feeling of loneliness and coldness.
Setting down the empty bowl in her hand, Xu Zhenzhen reached out and touched a bowl of beef soup placed on the side of the table, which had already cooled down somewhat.
Picking up the beef soup, Xu Zhenzhen got up, walked to a nearby cabinet, put the ceramic bowl into the microwave, and heated it for five minutes, bringing it out with the soup steaming again.
Xu Zhenzhen's lips curled up slightly, she placed the soup back on the table, found a lid from the cupboard, and covered it.
